Gabriela Perez was an angry woman.
She knew she had lost Lucien Delano years ago when he had made it clear that she was just a body to pleasure him; his heart was firmly anchored with his wife, the young woman who had by now, borne him ten children.
Her lips twisted in disgust.
Ten children. The woman was nothing more than a blo*dy rabbit!
But the knowledge that Proserpina Delano was still beautiful, still artlessly alluring, made her want to wring the woman’s neck. She would get her revenge. Lucien Delano had made a huge mistake by upsetting her empire, the one that brought her millions every year, and access to eh good life. He had aided Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just, who had brought down the sex trafficking empire she and her consort, had been running now. She swore as her partner’s brothers strolled in. Enrique had many half-brothers but every one of them knew who was in charge.
It was she, Gabriela.
She looked across at John Hastings who was stroking her feet tenderly.
“Go away,” she commanded,” I need to talk business with my boys.” Her submissive, Hastings obediently rose and left the room.
“We need to destroy both the brothers and Delano,” she snapped before Enrique’s brother, Julio could get in a word sideways.
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Bianca watched St Just covertly. Something was wrong. When he was unaware that anyone was watching, she saw the look of weariness awash on his handsome face, the grey pallor which hinted at some illness. Now, she stepped to him and knelt at his feet anxiously, “What’s wrong, Saint?” she whispered.
He looked at her but she saw at once that he had lowered a mask. He smiled and said,
“We need to leave, sugar,” he said brightly,” I got to go to the office, can’t just keep staying here, eating pus*y and f*cking you, my love.” She blushed and got to her feet.
At once, he pulled her onto his lap and said,
“I’m fine Sugar. No need to worry.”
As he kissed her, O’Grady came in. he had been to meet Delano and he was looking relieved.
He beamed at the picture of his brother and their Pet, advancing with outstretched arms.
“Good news,” he chuckled,” Delano the Boss is happy with my techniques. ”
He seemed like a boy who had been praised by a particularly strict teacher, thought Bianca and said as much, giggling, leaning against St Just.
O’Grady pretended to be outraged and wrestled her to the bed, tugging off the rowel, for she had just stepped out of the shower. He tied her wrists up, using a tie of St Just’s and began to pound his thick member into her at once.
“Master!” she bleated, “I…I forgive…me…”
Swiftly, he rolled her over onto her back and continued to hammer his thick member into her, loving the way she moaned and raised her hips to take him in…deep.
But then, he took her mouth and she gave up, surrendering to his mouth and hands, relishing the feel of the man who was riding her ruthlessly. As she screamed in pleasure, St Just, who had moved closer to watch them, growled, flicking a finger at her stiff nipples,
“Keep your voice down, sugar.”
She panted helplessly as O’Grady bit on a sore nipple and then, both of them were groaning, rutting like animals, in full view of St Just who took out his erect member and kneeled beside Bianca’s head. He pinched a teat and she moaned, jerking her head to him as she gasped,
“What… do you… wish, Master…?”
He held his thick member out, close to Bianca’s mouth. Rising slightly on her elbows, for O’Grady had freed her wrists, she panted and took him, swallowing him greedily even as O’Grady began to rumble, close to coming…
Still with her upper body raised to allow St Just full use of her mouth, she sucked hard, gagging slightly, tears streaking down her cheeks, breathless and in full arousal.
“She’s dripping wet,” growled O’Grady, pretending to complain.
“Need to punish her by using clamps, ” he breathed hoarsely.
Bianca made a mewl of protest around the c*ck in her mouth, but the Irishman fixed them on her large breasts, enjoying the way her womb muscles squeezed hard round him as he fixed them, tugging on them, making her thrash wildly.
For extra pleasure, he slapped her breast lightly and she whimpered around St Just’s thick c*ck. Now St Just reached down, his face dark with passion, holding her head in position with a large hand; then he slapped her breast again, making Bianca arch in shock.
The clamps seemed to tighten around her aching nipples, making her feel a strange kind of pleasure and she was flailing, her large tortured breasts jiggling frantically. O’Grady, his face dark with passion, groaned.
“Ah, Pet…”
But Bianca was totally lost. Gulping, she sucked, her head bobbing wildly.
The smell of sweat and sex pervaded the room and O’Grady grunted as he emptied his c*ck in her womb, even as St Just groaned, spurting his cum into her mouth. Bianca was also panting as she swallowed gratefully, her emotions in a whirl as she came.
Then, she slumped, face down on the bed, her body reeling, floating in the realm of fulfilment, the sort she had never experienced.
True, her breasts and behind hurt, her sex was sore …but she felt absolutely euphoric….
Her shoulders shook and both her masters watched in concern.
They exchanged worried looks; had they been too harsh on the woman they loved?
“Why are you weeping, sugar,” crooned St Just, lowering his lithe frame to lie beside her, stroking her hair tenderly. O’Grady was more brusque.
“Lass, wee lassie, did we hurt you, little one, ahh…!”
He turned her around cradling her to his damp, muscular chest, a look of abject misery on his handsome face. Bianca looked up, her eyes wet with tears.
Sniffling, she shook her head and murmured,
“It felt…so wonderful, O’Grady…”she whispered and added, clutching his wrist,
“Am I perverted or something?”
Both O’Grady and St Just first looked relieved and then, they began to chuckle.
“If you are perverted, sugar,” said St Just, kissing her belly and her breasts tenderly, “We love you for it as well…”
And not to be outdone, Liam O’Grady grunted, as he kissed her swollen lips,
“There, he said it, babe.”
Later, as they lay in a tangled heap, she murmured, on the verge of sleep,
“I’ve run out of Pills, O’Grady.”
He sat up, leaning on an elbow, his eyes dancing with merriment as he asked, with devilish glee,
“So chances of you carrying our babes is high, eh?”
Bianca was exhausted but the thought seemed to horrify her.
“NO!!!” squealed Bianca and pounded his chest fiercely,
“I want to STUDY, O’Grady! I want to go to business school, not have babies and…”
She got no further as an alarming thought struck her and she leapt out of bed, her hands on her arms, as she rubbed them, pacing furiously.
Both the men sat up in consternation.
Now, thought O’Grady, what could be wrong?
He rose, his glorious musculature on view as he walked to her and pulled her into his arms, tilting her face to look him in the eyes as he said gently,
“I’ll get you your Pill, baby. Hell, I’ll buy the whole f*cking pharmacy, lassie. Don’t…”
She stopped him, her eyes wide and wet as she raised them to his face piteously,
“I…I think I missed my period…twice already…”